Date: Mon, 17 May 2010 11:04:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn
Subject: That Smell
That Smell
By A Friend
This was written by a friend of mine whom given me permission to submit
it. If you enjoyed it or even liked it let me know, I will let my friend
know.
Special thanks to Jere for doing the editing if it was not for him this
would not be posted.
Email me at silkystetson@yahoo.com thanks for reading
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I saw him enter with a slinky blonde-haired woman on his shoulder. She was
wearing an all black leather dress, with a mink stole slung over her thin
shoulders. She probably weighed about a hundred and ten pounds. Her legs
went to her throat; her shoes were those really expensive high heels, which
were also black, and probably leather. I just shook my head; how can
something that plain be out with someone as nice as her; must be just eye
candy. I usually don't look at the women that enter the bar - just the men,
but the guy she was with made me shake my head and shiver.
The man was probably in his late twenties, early thirties; tall, but not
too tall - maybe about five nine; thick black hair cut short. Not sure if
you could call it a beard, but since he had a few hairs on his chin, I
guess it was a beard. He wore a pair of tight jeans, not new, but not
raggedy old - just well worn. The orange long sleeve dress shirt had a few
buttons undone, just enough to see a few black hairs on his chest. He also
had on a dinner jacket , which was open. His belt was black, with a sliver
buckle; not sure what style it was. He probably weighed about a hundred
and fifty pounds.
As they walked past where I was, he looked at me and gave me a smile,
showing his teeth, that looked to be yellowish; then he winked at me. He
was not something I even give a first glance to; no way in hell would I
give him a second glance, or the time of day, but for some reason, when he
passed, I could smell him, and that smell made me hard instantly. I turned
and watched him walk away, as his ass swung back and forth. Me, I am
short; I stand five foot six. I have light brown hair, that I keep cut in
medium length, so I can style it different ways, depending on my moods. My
eyes are hazel, and I have an upturned nose. My friends tell me it look
like a ski slope, long then at the tip, and it goes upward. My tattoos are
sprayed on. My teeth are shiny and white; I make sure to take care of them,
since I cannot afford a dentist. I keep my weight down, since I am a
dancer. My weight has to stay on the light side - our boss makes sure we
stay fit. Most all the dancers I work with use drugs to keep their weight
down, but I don't like how they make me feel; also, they make you
vulnerable to attacks by the patrons.
Anyway, while I was doing my job, this guy kept giving me winks and smiles;
I just gave him a lazy grin, and went about what I was doing, which was
serving drinks between shows.
"Can I get you another one?" I asked, when he raised his glass; he nodded
and pinched my ass. I left and came back with his beer and her mixed
drink. He held up a folded bill, and gave me a sneer. Then he slipped his
finger in the waistband of my uniform, which was just a pair of black
speedo-type thing, and slipped the bill in, letting the elastic snap back
into place. "Thank you." I gave him a smile, and then left.
`Bastard!' I thought, as I walked away, and rubbed the spot where the
elastic snapped. I learned a long time ago not to look at the bills they
slip you, `cause it will make the other servers want to go for your
patrons, and that causes problems. I headed back to the bar, as I slipped
the bills from my pants and into my metal box, keeping my eye on the floor.
Everyone had a box with our names on it; we also had the only key to the
lock; it was to keep us safe from thieves, and the money safe, as well. Max
didn't want any large bill on our person; maybe a five, but nothing higher.
It was close to midnight, and I had just finished my second stage dance,
when Max, our boss, gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. This told
me I was supposed to meet someone in that room to give him/her a special
dance.
"They asked for you, so no selling the number, and you're supposed to come
as you are," Max told me, as he pulled me close and licked my neck. He does
this, but it's nothing personal; it's just him saying it gives him his salt
intake for the night. He would never tell us if it was a male or a female,
since most our dancers were homosexuals. I didn't care if it was male or
female, as long as they kept their hands to themselves, if you know what I
mean. A lap dance was a lap dance to me, as long as they kept their clothes
on.
I let out a sigh, dropped my tips into the box, and headed toward the back
of the building, where the rooms are. I found the room, and knocked once,
then entered. I about died when I saw him sitting there! He gave me that
same sneer, and motioned for me to enter the room. Then he tipped his drink
to his lips, and finished it. I just looked up at the ceiling, and shut
the door.
The music was playing, as he reached out and softly pulled me close to
him. Then he kissed me hard on the mouth. At first I tried to pull back,
but, for some reason, I just melted into his kiss. I took a deep breath,
and smelled that scent that made me so hard when I had first smelled
it. His hand went down to my dick, and he played with it through the
material. Then he pulled back, and his mouth went to my nipple. As he
sucked on it, I almost passed out. His tongue darted over it, causing me to
convulse with pleasure. While his fingers gently pinched my other nipple,
his mouth went back to my mouth, taking my breath, as he kissed me. Then he
whispered, "Dance, my little kitten." He had a nice accent, but I was not
able to tell what it was. I started to sway my hips to the music, and he
kept up with me, never taking his mouth from mine, nor did his hand leave
my dick, which was so fucking hard it hurt; and I know I was leaking slime
on his hands. His hand left my dick, only to grab my ass cheek. Then the
other one smacked me, which caused me to let out a moan of pleasure. By
now, he had my ass cheeks into both his hand, and pulling this way and
that, kneading them softly sometimes, then hard the next.
I reached to fondle his dick through his jeans, but he stopped me. "You no
touch me; I only touch you," he said, as he put my hand up on his
shoulder. `Ok, I can live with that,' I thought, as his mouth found a spot
on my neck that made me wiggle. I could feel his lips smile, as he did it
again.
I felt his fingers in my waistband, and before I could say `stop', my
uniform was down around my knees, and my dick was in his warm mouth. I
threw my head back and moaned. As he sucked me, his fingers gently moved
into my crack. Then one finger gently rubbed against my hole, which made it
twitch, and I spread my legs apart. His finger and mouth kept time with
each other. Soon, he licked my dick, and then stood up and his head jerked
to the stage in the room. I went over to it, as his hands came up under my
arms, lifting me up, and then he sat me down with a plop.
Next, he placed his hand on my chest, and pushed me back, so that my legs
were up in the air. His hands took my hips, and pulled me off the stage
just a little, so my ass was hanging off the edge. Then he grabbed a chair
in the room, turning it so his chest was against the back of it. He sat
there, opening up my cheeks, and his tongue began to gently swipe across my
crack, causing me to shiver with delight. Then he licked my hole a few
times, and went back to swiping it up and down my crack.
Suddenly, I felt his tongue go into my hole. Deep within me, something
started to shudder. A feeling of warmth spread through my body, filling me
with a sense of happiness, joy, and relaxation. It almost felt as if I was
high. Then I trembled, and shook, as I let out a gasp and bit my lower lip,
to keep from yelling out. I could have sworn that something broke within
me, because I felt like I was taking a piss, or cumming, only it was
through my hole, not my dick. It was as if I had cum from inside.
When my body stopped shaking from the warm feeling I just had, he stopped
and give me a smile. "You like?" I only nodded; I was not able to make
words just yet. He took my dick into his mouth, licking the pre-slim off
me. Then he kissed my cheeks, and moved his tongue up to lick my navel,
moving up to my nipple. His arms wrapped around me, and he hugged me to
himself. Again, he lifted me up off the stage, and turned to sit on the
sofa, as he continued to pull me close to him. `When did he take off his
pants?' I thought, when I saw that he was naked from the waist down. He
gave me a lazy smile, and pulled me closer to him. We kissed, as he rubbed
my nipples, again. I don't know how many times he took me into his mouth.
Once, I was standing on the sof fucking his face; then he moved down,
grabbed my dick with his hands, and started to suck my balls, as he jerked
me, or he would lick my ass. Every time I was near the point of no return,
he would stop and change strategies on me, to let the edge go away.
"Oh, man!" I moaned out, when his finger went up into my ass, as he sucked
me. He pulled out his finger, and had me lay down on the sofa. Once again,
he ate out my ass, while his hand jerked my cock at a rapid motion. My
breath hitched in my throat, as my balls drew up. His head popped up
between my legs, and bent my cock so that he could aim the head to his open
mouth, and he caught all my slime without spilling any.
Then he moved to my side, jerking his dick as I opened my mouth to catch
his slime, as it fired out of his cock. Just as the last drop started to
fall, he allowed me to take him into my mouth to clean him up.
As we lay there chest to chest, cock to cock, kissing mouth to mouth, he
whispered, "Next time we fuck, yes?" As he gave me one last kiss.
"Yes," I hum again, he was gone; the only thing he left was his orange
shirt. I grabbed it, held it to my nose, and took a deep breath. Yeah, that
smell; the smell that made me hard was still there. Shoving it under my
head for a pillow, I curled up on the sofa like a cat after drinking a bowl
of warm cream. I was content and happy.